Astraea's grip on the steering wheel tightened as she shot a warning glance at the man lounging in the backseat, clutching an envelope.
"Be careful with your words, you lowly goat servant! She is my best friend. I would never kill her. Someone plotted against me. I am innocent until the court proves me guilty."
"But you are still the prime suspect of it all. It's a wonder your father can show his face in Olympus with all the trouble you have caused."
He mocked, reaching into his pocket. He retrieved a small tin and took a sip from it. His shirt was a loud floral pattern of pine leaves, and his pants were covered in mulberry leaves, the combination making him look like he had just stepped out of a tropical rainforest. The two magnificent horns jutting from his matted hair. His wiry beard seemed to mimic the goats that roamed the hills.
